Zoe tossed salt all over their mom. In her hair, on her face, her arms, her clothes, everywhere.
In an instant, their mom became a Goth. She looked down at herself, but didn't seem confused or in shock. Jon figured that she had not only physically become a Goth, but also mentally. She was now the mother that Zoe had always desired.
"Mom?"
"Yeah, Zoe."
"Can I go to that concert I wanted to go to?" Her mom had said for a week that Zoe couldn't go, that she needed to do her homework and that her mom didn't approve of heavy metal music.
"Of course, you can. In fact, I think I'll come too."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm interested in the music."
Jon had to fix this. He couldn't have his mom being a Goth. But there was no way of reversing ... of course! The stone. He could just wish her back to normal. But he left it in his room. If he left the table, Zoe may use the salt on him too.
He had to figure out a way to get around her.
